Day 5 and someone else's challenge.

This morning's lines took on a story like mannerism. Yesterday's lines seemed like a tree, spoke to the tops of buildings, reminding me of something as yet unknown. Today I decided to stick with the idea and see what happens.

Yesterday My Man and I visited some trees, unearthed wonders, breathed deeply and were able to open some personal gateways. All good things.

This squaw berry plant just popped out at me, all green and red-like. I love reading about the natural world, the world of plants, calyx, stamens, drupe. Old world words. Have you heard about this site?

Then I started collecting lines for you.

And here is a short tirade: You People who say, 'I can't draw'? Yawn. How many kinds of lines are there? 2, yup! Two. Straight and squiggly (when I taught kids to draw this was our mantra). The cello teacher leans into the young boys ear and says, 'so you tried to play the tune three times, and you aren't perfect?' Does learning to draw not take practice, like driving a car? Drawing like driving, is not innate (thank you Danny- that last is his analogy).

Drawing is making lines, lots of lines, looking and seeing. You must start somewhere.

Do you see the start of my evil plan? The hatching of a quest...

Haha!

And then a few weeks ago Vivian Swift did a tutorial. And I bit, although city life is not conducive to many brightly colored leaves and, well, I got a late start (excuses). So a trip to visit trees yielded a few good specimens-not to mention Oak Balls I mean Galls. And if you don't already own it, buy yourself a copy of Vivian's book, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put.I LOVE it, and she is writing another! Yummmmmmm.